Monday, January 30, 2012
So many topics that I wanted to talk about have flown by since my last post in 2011; however, I got writer's constipation. There was so much shit to say, but I didn't release it, so here I am stuck with this heap of thought.
So let me tell you about an incident I had that has metaphorically released my mental bowels. A spiritual colonic if you will. Yes, it sounds quite disgusting, but it's my truth.
This past weekend I met Field Negro by happen-chance in DC. He asked me why I had stopped blogging and told me that he like my writing. #EcoBlush
He also thought that I was a dude for a long time until my die-hard blogging brother Rippa told him I am straight up chica. #Superecoblush
I told Field Negro my dilemma and he just encouraged me to simply write.
So today, I am writing to free my locked fingers. Give me some time, I am a little rusty. But damn, it feels good to get some of this shit out of me.
As Jill Scott says,"Wide open, wide, loose like bowels after collard greens"
Posted by Eco.Soul.Intellectual at Monday, January 30, 2012